FMP (feat. ST6 JodyBoof) Video (MV)

I'm spinnin' in strikers I'm spinnin' In blows I'm spinnin' on opps, so it's F*ck my phone
I jump out in Amiri, I'm changin' My clothes I'm bendin' on blocks, I Ain't even been home
Soon as I walk in, she take a nigga Soul Soon I walk in, you know she Trying go
On some different shit, had to Switch up the flow I'm sippin' this Tris, this shit got me slow
Don't call me for shit, you know That it's sold Get hungry for pape', I Get in that mode
I could play the bags, or I could Work the stove It's hot outside, left a Nigga cold
Give me seven days, get my wrist On froze Old ass money, I'll let it Mold
These youngins, they talkin', they Bold We ain't even got no picks, We'll get on the troll
Like, how could you told, you told? Mr. skrrt I'm a real driver, I punish The road
On the bricks everything right here Float, I punish these beats, & don't Write she said, boy, you a goat
She like Keez where you about to Go? I said, take it slow, before I Leave out the house with a note
Behind that wheel, push the pedal, I Float Houdini get low, but I still Don't play with no ghost
QB, Point guard no coach, she like, You don't miss with me She like, What you take me as a joke
I just told her, throw me a oop But She just told me the truth, (she only Want throw throat)
I'm walkin' through s**t, I feel like The Pope I'm walkin' with heat, I Don't need no coat
I know I could get him, I don't need No hope think they get up on boof, You know I'm goin' blow
I ain't goin' for shit, tuck this bitch, In a show I ain't goin' for shit, you Know I'm goin' blow
I'm hoppin' out cars make it do what It do 2-Man, shit, I'll jump out a Coupe
He ain't got no B's, how he in the Booth I'll end his career, sit on his Stu'
I f*ck with the 9, so I do it for blu I Was tappin' that blatt, I ain't know That it blew
Chase a nigga down, he fell out his Shoes Bumpin' that drac made Everybody move
Droppin' that shit, he just caught a Few Niggas gettin' clipped, don't Jump in this loop
Put him in a mix, cook him like its Stew, Confiscation Station...
Ight Come on
Put him in a mix, cook him like its Stew, Confiscation Station this ain't Nothing new, I'm really the coldest, Giving out the flu
Oh, they movin' loose, we gon' Come right through
Told her, line a move, better watch Your boo
Cause she tryna do me, told her, Play it cool
Back to the spot, 1942, got a model With me & a model with Boof
If I don't got no rapper, I get in my Mood
But they like the drink, so we gotta Few
I got a bottle for me, got a bottle for You
Tryna get me lit up, but I ain't Movin' loose
And they already know lil Keez he The coldest
Don't matter who it is, I come out My goose
I'm spinnin' in strikers I'm spinnin' In blows I'm spinnin' on opps, so it's F*ck my phone
I jump out in Amiri, I'm changin' My clothes I'm bendin' on blocks, I Ain't even been home
Soon as I walk in, she take a nigga Soul Soon I walk in, you know she Trying go
On some different shit, had to Switch up the flow I'm sippin' this Tris, this shit got me slow
Don't call me for shit, you know That it's sold Get hungry for pape', I Get in that mode
(I could play the bags, or I could Work the stove It's hot outside, left a Nigga cold)
(Give me seven days, get my wrist On froze Old ass money, I'll let it Mold)